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Ain't shit to me, it's a walk in the park
Y'all too smart, can't talk from the heart
I got sauce and it's off of the charts (oof, and it's off

It Ain't Shit

Geto Boys

Greatest Hits [Bonus DVD]

2002

to jack your car
So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it
Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach
Killers killers killers

4:20

Method Man

4:21... The Day After

2006

Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time)
Roll

Through placing jack-o' lanterns on
The tombstone there
So I ran a greater pumpkin and
Did just what it said
And sure as shit, it started talking
Now I'm

Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit, Yeah
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)

Bradley's up in the booth
All of this here got you confused
But all of this here got me amused
All of this shit got you confused
But all of this shit got me

N.A.S.



Niggas ain’t shit but lies and dick 

Niggas ain’t shit but lies and dick

Niggas ain’t shit but lies and dick 

Niggas ain’t shit but lies

the mic for alla y'all
The beat technician
Real with no science fiction
I come way from beneath with my shit
Here's Erick
Choppin down the door like Jack

(Yeah)

Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad

ha) , I brought snapbacks back (Haha)
I'm a fresh ass nigga
Bitches know I'm the shit
Twenty-five for my belt, nigga
Get off my dick (Hermès, nigga)
I

got way too many bags
Look at all these racks
Look at them jack my style
I get way too high, do you see the shit I do?
Try and copy the swag
Then you

mother fuckers thinking shit sweet when it's cinnamon

Ok
Been a real nigga
Since I can rememeber
I'm never forgetful
And do not resemble
No pussy
No fake

of batted with them
Was in the trap
Before they ratted on him
Give a fuck about them pussy niggas
I was going at it with them
Get in some shit they gone call

overweight
Take matters into my own hands
Don't leave that shit up to fate
I grind like I skate
Gotta crib in every state
Everyone tryna copy me 
Like I

(Jack is producing bangers)
Never forget that I'm putting in work
I get the bonus then fly out to Turks
Frequent deposits, I go see the clerk
I've

young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
Lil' sonnet
In fact all this
Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic
Red shoes on, run it

I don't need shit, cut you out like I'm eyeless

Jack
Better run now ,because I'm 'bout to attack
Don't get in my way, because I'm about to snap
Get

slanging straps like I'm slanging the pack
And I'm on demon time on the track
Purple shit in my cup nigga know that I'm sipping the yak
And your bitch in

of me really hopes that they sing along
It don't mean shit now
Everything I did for you got burned down
And no it didn't mean jack
All the kisses all

I just learned this song today
It ain't even been a hour yet nigga
Aye Ke Jack
Ke Jack the next meek mill out the trenches nigga

10/20/22 I lost

Better gon cook this up
Better do it just like this
Boy I'm the jack of all trades
Boy I'm the ace to the spade
Dont try to pop no shit
My ass like a bull

You know like that?
Skrrr round with
The gang know I roll like dat
36 in a bag it will go like that
I'm doing my ting
I dont give a shit if
They dont

I'm gone off the yak
Give me jack henny black
Fuck that
Bitch I blacked
Doot doot doot
Shit go blat
My bitch go
Bana na nana na nana na na
I'm gone

Truzz me like Lamar Jack
Make her sing like Mike Jack
Make it seem like nun bad
Now there's shit I gotta hold back
Now there's shit I gotta hold back